ELF OR SPRITE ON MY FIERCEST NIGHT

ELF OR SPRITE ON MY FIERCEST NIGHT
                      (FOR DEBRA)

My whirling dervish of a friend,
I look for you at the rainbow's end.
Your laughter like an elf or sprite
Can chase away my fiercest night.

Stalking you so shyly,
In the hallowed halls of J.C. Penney,
At the million dollar jewelry sale,
You would broadcast there and without fail,
I would see my radio goddess with the long red hair,
Like Pippi Longstocking on a raucous tear.
Cunning I was and kept my distance,
You never felt my weighty stare.

Then when I lived in Fredericksburg,
A frustrated radio wannabe,
I'd listen to you and then Frank Mitchell,
A hybrid of both I longed to be.
I could only get you in my car,
Your show was in the afternoons,
So I drove to King George each day,
To take in that voice and the awesome tunes.
Theater of the mind it was,
As you tried out the new studio chair,
And held it up to the microphone,
To demonstrate the rolling wheels,
With such an elfish, spritely flair.

Long after Parkinson's invaded,
But when I still could work and drive,
I would catch your Girl Talk in my car,
A talk show that would raise the bar.
While visiting my love on Sundays.
A fitting end to such joyous days.
Your voice such a treasure and so sweet a thing,
That I listened sipping coffee, in the parking lot of a Burger King.

We've shared a love of Judy Collins,
Jackson Browne and others too.
Meeting you was my dream come true,
When for a short, sweet space in time,
I had the chance to work with you.

Years later I guess we're geezers,
And we've grown to be so close.
I cannot believe I speak with you,
And that every other week or so,
That magic voice comes to my phone.
That brave 'ole broad who mud wrestled the mayor.
That fixture at all the county fairs,
I cannot believe you're a call away,
Raining down joy on the darkest of days.

That Pippi Longstocking spirit,
That laughter like an elf or sprite,
That dashing Debra, darling friend,
Candlelight on my fiercest night.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2020
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

DIXIE CARTER HAS NOTHING ON YOU

DIXIE CARTER HAS NOTHING ON YOU
        (FOR SUZANNE LEE)

Lovely, ample, beautiful woman,
With the long black flowing hair,
I'd dance with you on blissful feet,
Tango with you anywhere.

And though I've only known you for an infancy of time,
I have fallen hard for the treasures of your spirit and your mind.

Designing woman, how you thrill me,
With your back rubs and sensuous kisses.
The gentle way you guide me,
Through my hits and through my misses.

Your sweet, sincere acceptance 
Of each and every part of me.
The Parkinson's that slows me so,
My different sexuality.

Dixie Carter has nothing on you,
With your mellifluous voice,
Your sweet southern ways.
And I hope our friendship's like a light
To illuminate the coming days.

A light that shines through hardship.
That transcends distance far and wide.
I feel your presence everywhere,
It stems the wild and raging tide.

Dixie Carter has nothing on you,
With your warmth and your wit and your scandalous tongue.
A love that transcends grief and loss,
A treasure trove of passion strong.

Lovely, ample beautiful woman, stay just the way you are.
I love you so, my precious friend, my guiding light and star.
Our dance a balm of quiet calm that echoes through the hemisphere.
i wish you peace and happiness,
In the dawning of each brand new year.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED